Getting love
(Translation Evg.Borisova)On our first move, our
smile. The smell of lime trees breathe, listen
silence of the park, and in each other's eyes
look, and freeze in admiration,
and smile ...
In the smile of the game came alive
zaychonka that frolicked in the meadow,
while we watched. It was a childhood
smile. And then she was given a movement
swan wings,
in the silent sky, and a silent pond
hovering like a two-open, warm
palms in the evening. And carefully the park
our smile lifted the wrong hands
and suffered - where through the transparent,
quivering air first star twinkled
tomorrow.
Liebesanfang
O Lächeln, erstes Lächeln, our smile.
How was that thing: breathing fragrances of the Linden Park
hear silence - suddenly surprised upward gaze into each other and to
approach to the smile.
was in that smile
memory to a rabbit that just because over there
played in the lawn, this was the childhood
of smiles. Ernster before him the swan was entered
movement that we saw later shared
the pond into two halves
silent evening. - And the top edges
against the pure, free, no future, already sky
return that smile
had drawn edges towards the future in the face
delighted.
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